Elsa Grey vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - Be Careful What You Wish For

Close, so close, Kaede could almost reach it-

All of the sudden, the kendo stick became the furthest thing on Kaede’s mind. Her thoughts immediately went to the searing pain between her legs, as Elsa’s boot lodging itself deep between her thighs and unleashed an explosion of pain. The sad thing?That wasn’t even the most painful thing coming her way. Not be a long shot.

Kaede was screaming when Elsa sat on her back, but those screams didn’t last for long. A camel clutch would’ve been bad enough, but the German had something far nastier in mind - a dragon clutch, and a vicious one at that. More painful than its standard cousin, more debilitating, and as Kaede learned to her horror, it had far more potential for humiliation.

Muffled shrieks were lost in Elsa’s armpit as her breasts were fondled like fruit at the market, fully available for her torturess to play with as she pleased. All Kaede could do was shaking about and try to get her arms free, hoping this tormet would end sooner rather than later.

While it was disappointing they couldn't be heard at full volume, the screams that poured from Kaede's lips tantalized Elsa's warm flesh like a sadistic massage, the surplus of flesh against sweaty flesh caressing her senses and the firm, squishy breast in her grasp was only all the more relaxing. But the hold couldn't last forever, Elsa couldn't risk her prey tapping when there was so much fun yet to be had. She let go, even assisting in her release by pushing her head out… and down, hard into the concrete. She stood up with a sigh, dusting herself off, before leaning down and grabbing hold of Kaede's ankles and beginning to drag her across the concrete.

Elsa wasn't the largest or strongest woman in the AFW, not by a long shot, but she did have considerable power for her size. Enough that she could lift someone smaller than her, for sure, and when she had the momentum brought by spinning Kaede by her ankles, slamming the poor girl's body, abdomen first, into a nearby pillar wasn't even particularly exhausting.

The good news was that Elsa did let go of the hold before Kaede could get knocked out or had to tap.

The bad news that Elsa did let go of the hold before Kaede could get knocked or had to tap...and she did so by slamming her head into the concrete.

Her head head with a hard, hollow sound, leaving her dazed and groggy on the floor. She might’ve laid there for a while, too, but Elsa had other plans. Painful plans.

”Wait…” Kaede groaned, then hissed as Elsa dragged her bare body along the concrete, her unprotected skin scraping against the rocks, leaving cuts and bruises. That would’ve been bad enough alone, but Elsa didn’t seem like one for keeping things simply.

That point was driven home when Kaede was flung through the air like a stuffed trashbag, hurling her into the stone pillar with crushing force. Her arm absorbed most of the impact, but that was a small kindness - she still had the rough landing to deal with, right on her damn chest.

”Damn it!” Desperate, Kaede pushed up to her fours and staggered a few feet away, before gravity got the better of her and she fell to her knees. Even still, she kept moving forward, knowing she had to put more space between her and the psycho coming after her.

The referee, the camera crew… everyone winced at the fleshy, sickening "thud" that sounded as girl collided violently with concrete. Everyone but Elsa. To her, it was music, and this medley had many parts yet to complete. "Aww, what happened?" she teased, her casual strut covering considerably more ground than her prey's frantic crawling. "You were so full of confidence, so proud, and now… you scamper like a rat." A swift kick into Kaede's spine heralded Elsa's return as she gripped a handful of the younger girl's bright pink hair. She dragged Kaede back to the car, an AFW vehicle left unlocked so that could be made into a prop for the match, a prop Elsa intended to make full use of. She opened one door and draped one of the teen's arms inside, pinning her in place with a boot to the throat while she threatened to close the door. "Perhaps you should apologize, ja? For being such a rude girl."

Elsa was talking, but she might as well have been revealing the meaning of life for all Kaede cared.

Her thoughts were on far more important things - like standing, getting to safety, not getting her skull caved in by a German with a belly fetish. Things she enjoyed, but didn’t seem to be in the cards at the moment.

Instead, what she got was a kick in the spine, and more lovely dragged, as she was hauled over to a car door and pinned against it, held in place while her arms was caught in a dangerous position. Elsa didn’t explicitly say what she wanted here, but the threat was clear enough through implication.

Not that Kaede really cared that much, at the moment.

”Go...fuck…” She started to squeeze out an insult, before deciding it was too much while she had a boot against her throat. Instead, she reached up with her free hand, snaked her fingers under Elsa’s pants leg, then dragged her fingernails down her skin with a hard scratch, making sure to dig in deep.

For a tomboy, Kaede had some sharp nails, sharp enough to draw blood and force Elsa to retract her foot. The scratch stung, but underneath she could see a silver lining: this beaten girl could still take more yet. As long as she had fight in her, the hand was on, and Elsa was here to play.

Still, the little cunt still needed to be punished for her transgressions, and Elsa was definitely in a position to oblige. "Grah! …So sorry, dear, but that was not the right response." With a grimace, she opened the door wide and brought it slamming shit on Kaede's biceps, pausing to relish the scream that was sure to come before slamming it again. With a sigh, the buxom woman finally let go of the vehicle and admired her handiwork.

BANG!

The first hit was the worst one, as the car door slammed shut on her arm, coming down right on her bicep. The muscles took the worst of it, but Kaede wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Mostly because her arm hurt so much that she wasn’t sure exactly where all the pain was coming from.

BANG!

The second one didn’t hurt so bad, but only because the pain from the first had numbed her up so much. It was still an agony, one that seemed to seep into her bones, and let her arm hanging useless by the side as she slumped to the floor.

If Elsa wanted screams, screams she got. Kaede tried to hold back at first, but the pain set in fast enough and she couldn’t help the long, warbling wail that came out, a long screech as she flopped to the side, her hands digging into a pile of dust and dirt…

...a pile that she grabbed a handful of, then spitefully threw behind her, trying to catch Elsa in the face with the grime while she was standing there.

Music. An absolute symphony. Elsa closed her eyes and took en every delicious detail of Kaede's voice, every facet of her wailing. She savored the way her naturally scratchy and almost gruff voice screeched and cracked like a car sliding to a halt, the rapid rise and fall and rise again in pitch as she fought to keep composed, the way she tried to resist at first, only to come out shakier and more miserable than before. She licked her lips in delight… and her dessert was interrupted by the bitter flavor of dirt. She winced, and opened her eyes, she wasn't even sure where Kaede got a handful of dirt in a parking garage anyway, but if the Japanese girl wasn't ready to capitalize immediately, she'd get a fierce boot to the face.

Kaede wasn’t thinking about capitalizing so much as she was thinking about escaping while Elsa was distracted. Her arm was dull and limp, severely cutting down on her options for this fight. If she wanted to win - hell, if she wanted to not get brutalized, she needed to find a weapon. A tire iron. A trashcan lid. Something, anything.

She’d just gotten to one knee when a kick in the face cut that search short, Kaede fell to her back in the middle of the street, grasping her swollen head, still smarting from getting bashed into the concrete and not getting any better.

With her opponent incapacitated once again, Elsa had the leeway to wipe her face of everything but the scowl. This resistance was starting to become less plucky and promising, and more… irritating. It was time to put the little brat in her place.

A handful of hair hoisted Kaede to her feet, only moments before a fist slammed deep into her navel. A second punch followed it, and then a third to her cheek, straightening the girl out before Elsa pinned her throat to the vehicle behind her. "Such a cute, innocent little body," the German cooed, tracing her finger up Kaede's belly and breast, before teasing her nipple. "It is too bad it belongs to such a rotten girl" she spat, punctuating her statement with a knee to the groin, still keeping her grip on the girl's throat.